Chapter 325 It’s Time to Change Your Uniform

The 105th Infantry Regiment circled the streets like a walk, and walked for more than an hour amid the cheers and screams of the Paris people before returning to the police training base.

After arriving at the base, the soldiers took off their clothes and rushed to the bathhouse like crazy. Military uniforms were scattered everywhere. Most of them were naked and frank on the way, but they still held rifles and armed belts in their hands. Hanging on the shoulders, it looks quite like a savage.

Military uniforms, they will no longer think about washing them and reusing them, they will have to get a new one anyway.

Tijani didn't relax until this moment. He took off his military cap and straightened his tangled hair. The beard on his face also grew like a broom.

He turned around and asked Charles next to him: "Are you going to report back to the city defense headquarters?"

"Yes!" Charles replied, and then asked: "And you, General, are you going home?"

Tijani’s home is in Paris, in the 15th arrondissement.

"No." Tijani shook his head. He turned his gaze to the soldiers who were reveling after the disbandment and said, "I am the regiment leader and I must stay with them at all times unless my superiors give me a holiday!"

Charles felt a little ashamed. He had just planned to go home after going to the city defense headquarters.

Tijani is right. If the commander rushes home as soon as he returns, can the soldiers follow suit?

This made Charles feel a little unprofessional, after all, he had never been to a military school.

…

In the office of the city defense headquarters, Gallieni was restless. He sometimes stood up and looked out the window at the street, and sometimes sat back down.

Gallieni himself felt strange.

Why be in a hurry?

The man has returned to Paris, it is enough to know that he is safe!

But everyone knows the truth, but they still can't suppress the anxiety in their hearts.

It wasn't until he saw Laurent's car carrying Charles parked at the entrance of the headquarters that Gallieni breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened his uniform and sat back on the chair, pretending to be indifferent.

However, when Charles appeared at the entrance of the corridor to accept the cheers and celebrations of the staff, Gallieni still stood up unconsciously.

After being stunned for a moment, Gallieni wanted to sit down again. At this time, Charles stood in front of him and saluted with a military salute: "General!"

Gallieni said "Hmm" with a bit of embarrassment on his face. He looked at Charles and suddenly realized that he had grown up.

This is not because Ciel's skin is tanned, nor is it because of the blood stains on his military uniform, nor is it the slight beard on his chin, but a feeling that he always looked like a child before, but now... he is a soldier.

Gallieni tried to stay calm, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably: "How does it feel on the battlefield, Colonel?"

"It's okay." Charles looked down at his dirty red pants and said, "However, I think it's time to change our military uniforms!"

Gallieni misunderstood what Charles meant. He nodded and said: "Of course, let Adrian get two new sets of military uniforms..."

"No, General," said Charles, "I mean our uniforms."

"What do you mean?" Gallieni asked.

Charles explained: "Red military trousers are very conspicuous on the battlefield, General, and they are an excellent target for the enemy. Soldiers do everything they can to get them dirty on the battlefield, and some even prefer to change into them from plasterers." corduroy trousers.”

Although Ciel knew this before, he didn't feel the pain because he didn't need to go to the battlefield. Now that his life is threatened, there is no need to wait.

Gallieni replied helplessly: "We all know this, but it is not something we can decide."

"Then let them change their decision," said Charles, referring to Parliament.

Gallieni lowered his head and thought for a while, then turned his questioning eyes to Charles: "Maybe you can make them change, but this may require questioning by the parliament."

Charles nodded: "No problem."

What are parliamentary inquiries compared to lives?

This is actually Charles's idea. His power in Parliament may still be unable to compete with his opponents, but he has the support of the French people. The important thing is that he has personally been on the battlefield, and he has the right to speak in this regard.

What will happen if Parliament disagrees?

They may arouse public indignation among the French military and civilians, followed by wave after wave of demonstrations, which is not what Parliament wants to see.

However, Charles still took a shower in the city defense commander's dormitory and put on a brand new military uniform. He didn't want to go back to see his family like this.

…

In the small town of Darvaz, people are talking in the streets:

"Have you heard that Ciel has returned?"

"Yes, he was seen in Paris this morning!"

"It's amazing. After fighting the decisive battle and personally fighting the enemy in the trenches, those who say that Ciel dare not go to the battlefield can shut up!"

…

Camille hurried back with an empty vegetable basket and a newspaper in her hand. Her face was pale. As soon as she got home, she picked up the phone and called Djoka, but by then Djoka had already appeared outside the door.

"Camille!" Djoka jumped out of the car and almost ran in. His voice came before anyone arrived: "Good news, Camille, Charles is back safely!"

Kamil slammed the microphone on the phone base, turned around and asked coldly: "What is 'safe return', Djoka? Isn't Charles always safe? Isn't he always staying on the warship to make plans and not go to the battlefield? ?”

Dejoka realized that he had let something slip and hurriedly covered it up by saying, "I mean, he came back safely from the Dardanelles..."

"But what I heard was a little different." Camille interrupted Dejoka: "They said Charles landed, he landed on the Gallipoli Peninsula, not on any strait, nor on a warship, he was in the trenches facing the enemy, he defeated the enemy with a gun!"

"That's what others say..." Dejoka answered with difficulty.

But before he finished speaking, Camille had taken out a newspaper and shook it in front of him: "This is different from the newspaper you showed me, although the date is the same, can you explain it?"

Dejoka was stunned, then spread his hands to admit it.

"The important thing is that he came back safely, right?" Dejoka said.

Camille asked back: "What about the future? I don't understand why they must send Charles to the battlefield. Hasn't he done enough for France?"

Dejoka was speechless.

This is also what he wanted to ask, why did Charles have to go to the battlefield, while those congressmen and their children who did nothing, and the children of capitalists did not need to.

Just when the atmosphere was awkward, a cry came from outside the door: "God, it's Charles, Charles is back!"

A neighbor shouted into the house: "Mrs. Bernard, Charles is back, it's really him!"